I was born in a world full of ambition and greed. My parents chose my name that means love and happiness but since birth, they didn't give me their affection. They only taught me pain and perfection. In a sudden absence of constraint, I met other individuals who brought cheerfulness into my life. But even those precious moments didn't last for long. As many years passed by, I've discovered that I'm living a lie. I soon realized that I don't exactly know the real meaning of warmth and enjoyment. Most of the people around me only brought me deception, suffering and sadness. I don't know who was really by my side or whom I could rely on except myself. It has always been my wish to feel love and be loved. When will I ever escape from this sphere of unhappiness?